poetry by j matthew waters

never-ending is the night

visions arrive in feverish shapes
testing my sanity
in a darkness protected from a
cold november rain
flashes of restlessness appear
out of no where
reminding me of a dogged past
certain to hound me again
voiceless visitors with a certain
je ne sais quoi
talk me into believing
this night will never endhttp://webspace.webring.com/people/lm/mostlypoetry/audio/never-ending_is_the_night.mp3
november two thousand thirteen
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